"I guess? I--" Kristoff still thought it was weird to just be given somewhere to live, an actual house that probably had furniture in it and everything. People just don't hand stuff like that out. They just don't. Further, and he didn't really want to admit it out loud, he wasn't really sure if he did want to go inside. He eyed the house as if it might decide to swallow him up, and...

He'd never been invited into somebody's house before, he realized. He was pretty sure about that. The thought made something in his stomach turn, and it tangled itself up with other thoughts that left him feeling empty. Sven wasn't here with him, he wasn't ever going to see Anna again, but here was somebody inviting him into a house. It was woefully inadequate for filling up those spaces, but... It was better than being alone in a place that he didn't know, at least until he had his head on straight.

He bent to pick up the items he'd left on the ground, eyeing the house and its occupant once more, a touch of wariness still in place. "Are you sure?"